Precarious(49)

“Krypt,” I mewl, rubbing harder, moving down to slip a finger inside my heat.

“Shit, fuck, baby, come for me.”

“I . . .” I cry out. “Oh God, I want to.”

“Come,” he barks, his hand working over his cock in a frenzy.

Everything swells inside me before exploding out. I scream his name as my orgasm rocks me, taking me over the edge. I don’t even hear Krypt move, but before I can finish my high he’s in front of me, his hand around my hip. He thrusts inside me, so fucking hard it burns.

“You’re . . .” he grunts and he thrusts.

“So . . .”

Thrust.

“Fucking . . .”

Thrust.

“Perfect.”

He’s fucking me like a wild animal, his hand on my hip, his cock driving in and out of my wet flesh. His other hand is tangled in my hair, and he’s tugging me hard with each stroke of his cock inside me.

“Fuck, Ash,” he roars as he finds his release. His cock swells before exploding. I feel every pulse as he empties himself into my wanting sex.

“Krypt,” I whimper, pressing my lips to his sweaty neck.

He stops thrusting, but he doesn’t move away from me. He holds me there for the longest time, until both of us can breathe normally again. Then he pulls back and stares down at me, his expression sated. He leans down, pressing a light kiss to my lips before pulling back and letting me go.

“You’re goin’ to be the fuckin’ death of me, Ash,” he says, jerking his jeans back up.

“I could say the same,” I whisper, leaning down to find my clothes.

He sits on the end of the bed, watching me dress.

“About earlier,” he begins.

I put my hand up. “We don’t know each other, Krypt. Can we just . . . can we just go with it for now?”

He stares at me, his eyes intense. With a sigh, he nods. “I can go with it, sweetheart, but know this.” He stands, and leans in close. “I won’t be waitin’ forever.”

I swallow as he steps past me, and walks towards the door.

“Krypt?” I call out.

He turns.

“Don’t think that it wouldn’t be an honor to be with you like that. It’s just . . .”

“I know,” he grinds out. “It’s just it ain’t for you.”

He walks out without another word.

Well, if I’d never felt used before, I certainly do now.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Krypt avoids me the entire next day.

That’s fine; I’m still deliciously sore because of our actions. Each time I move I’m reminded of his heated length sliding into me, fucking me into oblivion. Just the very thought of it has my skin tingling. He might think he’s not for me, but he’s very wrong. He’s all I can think about. He’s consuming me.

“Get her up here. It’s not safe for her down there.”

I hear Krypt’s voice as I move through the halls the next evening. I stop, pressing myself against the wall. Who is he talking about?

“She’s not goin’ to be happy with that, Krypt,” Tyke growls. “She doesn’t want to be in this life.”

“She ain’t gettin’ a choice. It’s dangerous, and if Howard figures out she’s lookin’ for me¸ he’ll jump at the chance to take her.”

“Fine, but you ain’t gonna be the one to go and get her.”

“Think I don’t know that?” Krypt barks.

I wonder whom they’re talking about. My mind spins with the possibilities. An old flame? A sister? A friend? A niece? The shuffling of boots has my body launching off the wall. I crash right into Krypt’s hard, muscled chest.

“Oh, sorry,” I mumble, pushing back. “I was just, ah, I was . . .”

Shit.

I look up to see Krypt smirking at me. The arrogant jerk. His eyes flash with humor; he’s finding it amusing that I’m stuttering like a small child in front of him. I take a breath and straighten my shoulders, turning on my heel and disappearing down the hall.

“Good to see you, Ash.” He chuckles.

I throw my finger up over my shoulder and his laughing intensifies. He can’t see it, but I have a huge smile on my face. I duck around the corner into the kitchen; I haven’t eaten all day. When I get in, a few of the club whores are gathered around, making sandwiches. They look up when I come in. Three of them give me sour expressions, and I recognize one of the ladies as Krypt’s striptease. Yeah, I outdid you baby. The fourth one is softer, her face less tense.

“Ladies,” I murmur, walking past them.

“That’s Krypt’s whore,” one mutters.

I snort. “I’m no one’s whore, honey. I fuck because I want to fuck, not because I’m desperate for attention.”